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... lung to the final words written in his parents’ old diary.
"Goodbye... ah? Does that mean they knew they were going to die?"
His voice was barely above a whisper, the disbelief heavy in his tone. His brows furrowed, his lips parted as he tried to process what he was reading. He glanced at the date where the writing stopped... it was from last year.
The same year, he lost his family.
His fingers clenched the edge of the diary tighter, knuckles white.
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